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-// Test simple text.
-
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-#set page(width: 250pt, height: 120pt)
-
-But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet
-is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and
-pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid,
-since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools
-do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she
-were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will
-answer it.
-
-I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the
-heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres
-till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness
-of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in
-heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and
-think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I
-were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!